Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Payment for his services

Han Xin’s gaze lingered on Xiang Yu’s broad shoulders, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle beneath the t-shirt. Xiang Yu gasped, asking, "How are you going to pay me... for my services?"

Han Xin embraced Xiang Yu from behind, his arms wrapping around the man’s waist possessively. "Like this," Han Xin murmured, his breath warm against Xiang Yu’s ear.

Xiang Yu froze, his body stiffening under Han Xin’s touch. A gasp escaped his lips as Han Xin’s fingers trailed up his collarbone, light and teasing, before cupping his chin. Han Xin tilted Xiang Yu’s head to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of his neck.

The room seemed to grow warmer, the air heavy with unspoken desire. Han Xin leaned in, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu’s skin, sending shivers down the man’s spine.

Xiang Yu’s eyes widened as Han Xin’s mouth pressed firmly against his neck, his lips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, an intense pleasure that spread from the crown of Xiang Yu’s head down to the very base of his spine.

His breath hitched as Han Xin’s tongue traced the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing lightly before sucking hard, leaving a mark that would serve as a testament to their unspoken relationship.

The wind beating against the window seemed to have gone silent, save for the soft sounds of Han Xin’s ministrations and Xiang Yu’s laboured breathing. Han Xin’s hands tightened around Xiang Yu’s waist, pulling him closer, as if to ensure there was no space between them.

Xiang Yu’s pulse raced, his body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. He felt powerless, yet strangely exhilarated, as Han Xin’s dominance enveloped him.

Finally, Han Xin pulled away, his lips leaving Xiang Yu’s neck with a soft pop. He licked the spot one last time, savouring the taste of Xiang Yu’s skin, before releasing him.

Han Xin stepped back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he admired his handiwork. The hickey was prominent, a dark bruise against Xiang Yu’s pale skin, a clear mark of ownership.

Xiang Yu’s hand instinctively rose to touch the tender spot, his fingers brushing over it gently. His cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal washing over him.

He turned to face Han Xin, his eyes searching, but Han Xin’s expression was unreadable, his gaze intense and possessive. "Now everyone will know what kind of relationship we have," Han Xin said softly, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

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Han Xin opened the door to the conference room, and Xiang Yu stepped in first. The room fell into a momentary silence as the gathered individuals turned their attention to the unexpected arrival.

Su Jing, sitting at the far end of the table, let out a harsh tsk, her arms crossed and her expression openly sceptical. Lu Lu, seated closer to the door, looked up at Xiang Yu with curiosity, his head tilting slightly as she studied him.